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You will not in unpitied povertyBe left to mourn his loss. Your grateful countryAmid the triumph of her victoryRemember those who paid its price of blood,And with a noble charity relievesThe widow and the orphan.WOMAN.God reward them!God bless them, it will help me in my ageBut Sir! it will not pay me for my child!TRAVELLER.Was he your only child?WOMAN.My only one,The stay and comfort of my widowhood,A dear good boy!—when first he went to seaI felt what it would come to,—something told meI should be childless soon. But tell me SirIf it be true that for a hurt like hisThere is no cure? please God to spare his life
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